Four Years Ago Today

Four years ago today I woke up giddy and with a stomach full of butterflies.  As I had my hair and make-up done, I recounted our previous months of courtship to my family.  I told them about the way I fell in love at first sight the first time I saw his gorgeous face; and then how I had to pretend not to have any interest in him whatsoever so that I wouldn't scare him away.  I recalled the sweet and romantic way he first told me he loved me--overlooking the ocean at sunset in Corona del Mar.  I retold, in all its glory, the romantic, exciting and unexpected way he flew me to San Francisco then proposed to me on the Golden Gate Bridge.  

I remember being so nervous.  Driving to the temple I had to take deep breaths for fear of passing out.  Once we reached the beautiful temple grounds, all nerves seemed to fade when I saw Conway.  He was the most handsome, perfect groom any bride could ever wish for.

Four years ago today I was sealed for time and all eternity to my personal knight in shining armor, my prince charming, my soul mate.  I remember walking hand in hand with him out of the temple to greet our family for the first time as husband and wife.  I can still remember the way he couldn't seem to stop kissing me as we patiently took pictures in the sweltering heat of the Hawaiian sun. . . I wasn't complaining.

Four years ago today I officially became part of the amazing West family.  I couldn't have asked for sweeter, kinder, more cheerful and loving in-laws.  And of course, the Roses were privileged and blessed to add my perfect Conway to our family too.

Four years ago today I became the happiest, luckiest, most blessed little wifey I ever dreamed possible.  I really didn't think a person could exist who fulfilled the neurotic "list" of expectations and qualities I wanted (required) in my future spouse. But Conway came along and not only satisfied but surpassed every item on that obsessive-compulsive list.

Four years ago today I didn't think life could get any better.  But each day of the four years that have followed have done just that.  Adventures, romance, surprises.  Getting lost in Spain, hitchhiking in Paris, mango shakes in the Philippines, hiking in Canada, surprise dates in Laguna and a beautiful baby . . .  I know I don't deserve it, but somehow I've ended up living the Happily Ever After of my perfect fairy tale.

Happy Anniversary, Sweetie.  Sorry for embarrassing you (because I know if you read this post, you'll be embarrassed), but I couldn't help reminiscing today . . . I love you.